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Painted Brain | Mrs. Schreiber: A Poem
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  • September 10, 2015

Mrs. Schreiber: a poem

I never hugged Mrs. Schreiber but shared her love for the world.

I was 47 she 51, but I’m not done.

Her smile belonged to her garden and her parade was mine.

She was , Mary , mother of another, for she who would always be the second

glance and the chance to be hugged again.

Embraced in her world I found myself in the lapel of life

and she the corsage in my heart.

Oh Mrs. Schreiber why did you die and not let me know…………….

to tow a pallbearer’s love for your soul to plant in the soul of your garden mine.

I hugged Mother Earth and she hugged me……………………………….

Across the fence and hence we’d always be one always once again.

Neighbors may be naysayers,

but we share a common wall on which we can scrawl

I Love You………………….

Daniel William Concharty is a poet whose work is published frequently in Painted Brain News

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